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SUMMARY: you're a marine biologist sojourning in the Yucatán Peninsula and stumble upon an underwater cave in the clearing of a dense rainforest. expecting to make an amazing scientific discovery you're swept into a spell down the abyss into the reach of a loveless serpent feathered god who will go to any length to claim you as his.
WARNING: yandere!namor, body worshipping!namor, gift giving!namor, thigh gripping, sub!namor (if you squint) hc!siren!entrancing!namor, human!reader, dub-con (i think)
NOTE: after reading @jottositto 's post i've included some yucatan maya using a translator although it's not 100% accurate. if this came across a native speaker could you maybe give me corrections as i'd like to be as respectful and accurate as possible. ofc the people living in the peninsula will be speaking spanish as this area was colonised and y/n only has an understanding of spanish. thank u and enjoy!! ps: namor?? more like "mi amor" that man had me kicking my toes and twirling my hair in the cinema on friday. this is dirty af i feel like i'm teasing y'all. might write a part two laterrr. no beta so there are 100% spelling errors which i'll check when i got time.
"Me gustaría ayudarla pero en el tiempo que he vivido en ese pueblo, los que se han atrevido a salir de la seguridad de ese pueblo y dentro de la jungla nunca más fueron vistos. Estarías en mucho peligro si te fueras. No creo que tu proyecto de ciencia valga la pena el riesgo.” The short Mexican woman explained.
Her thinning, silver hair was pulled down into two long braids down her protruding collarbones. Her brows were pulled in a frown, revealing creases running the length of her forehead and the outer creases of her beady, mud-brown eyes.
You pleaded with her, your coffee stained research folder clutched in one hand, as you made contact with her elbow gently.
"Pero señora, forma parte de mi trabajo. Fui enviada para investigar los ecosistemas marinos de esta península."
She considered you for a good minute. Searching your unwavering eyes. She sighed and leant toward you, dropping her wobbling voice to a whisper.
"Has lo que deseas, Cariño. Pero que tengas cuidado." she warned, using her eyes to signal you in the general direction to take to enter the forbidden forest. You trailed her eye line and saw a wooden bridge not so far off camp. You bowed to her as a sign of respect.
The journey through the rainforest was an arduous one as the way was shielded by a mass of coiled, everlasting lianas, strangler figs and long, shallow buttress roots along the soil of the shrub layer of the forest which you tripped over several times. You had to slice through the layers of tropical plants in your way with a machete you "borrowed" from a fruit cutter that was left around camp, making your hiking backpack even considerably heavier than it already was. You didn't stop once to admire and take in the smells of passion flowers or orchids as you moved through the brush; you knew better than to let yourself become the prey of the several species of venomous snakes and amphibians native to this rainforest.
It looked to be late afternoon when you stopped by a tributary, crouching over the crystalline water, you followed the stream with your gaze to check for growths of algae when you noticed a dark entrance. You stood up rigid as your breath stilled, you noticed the eerie silence of the clearing. The sounds of bushes rustling, frogs croaking and flapping wings had died down entirely.
There was utter tranquillity.
You heard a low, rich brassy voice hum a melody from the rocky cave, the sound reverberating to your spot on the damp soil. You dug the heels of your mountain boots as you felt your body being tugged slowly to the body of water, your heartbeat drumming in your ears, your breaths becoming shallower.
The song sounded like one you would hear as a premonition for bad things taking place in urban legends told around campfires, it spoke of men searching to mine riches out of foreign land to find fool's gold instead and meeting their demise at the hand of otherworldly things. Despite the warning behind the unspoken lyrics, you felt your body lull into relaxation.
You saw him rising from the dark aquamarine pool beyond, his eyes glistening a tawny shade of brown. You didn't miss his long ethereal pointy ears and his full lips. His tanned muscular body was slick with droplets as the rest of his body appeared from out of the water. He was adorned in golden bangles and a thick necklace dating from an ancient civilisation, encrusted with what looks like azurite and pearls of jade.
He floated above the surface and toward you. You felt your mouth dry and heart drop to your stomach as a human-looking man flew slightly above the land slowly in your direction. You fought back a scream as the soles of his foot made contact with the ground, and still towered over you despite that. He scrutinised every detail of your face with an unreadable expression.
You breathed in, mustering the courage to speak.
"What are yo-"
He raised a large hand over your face, your vision darkening and body tumbling forward.
You awoke in what seemed to be an underwater cave with overhanging stalactites, you sat up abruptly from the makeshift bed out of bamboo. You noticed the absence of your backpack beside you. Remembering your phone in the jean pocket of your shorts and pulled them out. Scrambling to get a signal.
"Teech ch'íijsajil despierto." a female voice enunciated in a foreign tongue. You flinched, your pocket phone nearly flying out of your reach. Your eyes landed on a blue skinned woman. A respiratory mask covered her nose and mask.
She wore indigenous print robes and held a spear encrusted in emerald jewels. You noticed how her mouth didn’t move, her voice seemed to have come from inside your head as she stood alone in the middle of the rocky cavern.
"I don't understand" you thought, testing your theory out.
A female voice penetrated in your brain again, speaking to you in what sounded like an ancient Mayan tongue.
"Kukulkán in tu k'áataj a buscara. Búukint le, ku leti'. '' the woman seemed to lecture as she crossed the round room and reached into a clam basket by the foot of your mat and pulled out folded sheets of cream coloured linen, extending them to you. You accepted and forced a small smile to show gratitude.
You put the robe on and the beaded necklaces of jade over the dress, which ran up to your mid thigh and was sleeveless. The material was comfortable and baggy over your body but you felt uncomfortable at the lack of bralette you had underneath, leaving your breast exposed. You found a pair of golden strappy sandals at the bottom of the pile which you put on as well.
The woman from earlier came back for you and beckoned you with her hand out of the round room and past hung tapestries depicting ancient Yucatan gods and monsters. She stood behind you, ushering you to go into the room.
"Cha' k" a familiar voice spoke out. The man from the cave turned from his spot facing the painted mural, his back shifting as he smiled at you as you shivered in fear.
"Teech wilik ki'ichpam yéetel a prendas, a wilik ti' beyo' utia'al in reina” he flirted, in a deep, suave tone advancing toward you, you took a step back. Your eyes caught a glimpse of his rigidly sculpted chest, welded in the image of a divinity and the sleek look of his tanned copper skin.
"Look, I don't know where I am or what you want with me but I certainly didn't mean any harm by stumbling on your cave. I'm not a threat to your people but I wish to be let go." you raised your hand to your chest, gesticulating as clearly as possible your words, shaking your head. The mythical man let out a boisterous laugh at your words, startling you. He grasped your hand in his firm one, raising it in front of him.
"Oh my little angel, I do know that. But I haven't taken you for that reason." he admitted, speaking to you in English as he interlaced your fingers together.
Fucking bastard.
You shook your hand out of his.
"You can speak my language." you pointed, growing irritated with the man.
"Of course, a dutiful ruler needs to be educated of the world around him." he boasted proudly.
"What is your name?" you asked as politely as you could muster
"My people praise me as Ku'kul'kan but my enemies call me Namor." he tucked a strand of your hair behind your head as his eyes traced your figure, wandering down from your budding breast to your legs.
"Why did you take me? What is it you need?" you defied. He cupped your chin gently with his smooth thumb, inclining your head up to his.
You shrugged against him but felt another hand slithering to your lower back, his touch cementing your body in place. His brown irises dilated as his gaze softened.
"Well if it isn't obvious, I want you. I want you to rule beside me and light a match that will burn the world from underneath their inconspicuous feet. Be my queen and I'll give you all that which your heart could desire."
You shook your head frantically.
He's insane.
His eyebrows quirked at your lack of cooperation.
"I see it in your eyes, that spark of passion and resentment. You've been underestimated your whole life. Your life's work is meaningless to the people around you, you're not getting the recognition you deserve." you grunted, bothered by his assumptions.
"You know nothing about me or my life.” you stated.
“I hate to disappoint you my angel but you can either bend to my desire of your own will or we can do things my way.” he remarked as he traced his thumb over your lips, pressing a chaste kiss to them. You felt as if every inch of your body was set aflame at his touch. You reclined your head in disgust.
“St-”
Your mouth betrayed you as it parted open to receive the soft ones of the God before you as his palms felt their way treacherously down your body to the back of your thighs and your nape. You felt your knees buckling together, the flesh of your upper thighs pressing together as you felt heat pulsating from between your legs. You bit back a moan of pleasure as his imposing form bent down to kneel before you. Your eyes widened as his lips pressed against your vee line. You saw a flash of green in his eyes as he looked up to you. You pressed your eyes tightly shut.
No.
Suddenly you pushed against the invisible boundaries around you, stumbling backwards out of whatever spell Namor had put on you. You breathed out painfully.
“Fuck you.” you whispered.
“Oh?” he enquired, surprised at your incredible amount of resistance.
She has the spirit of a warrior queen, he thought. I must bind her to me forever.
Namor arose, striding to you. In a single movement, he coiled his arm around your throat; putting some pressure down onto your windpipes as you clawed at his hand.
He moved you easily against the wall rubbing his nose onto yours, turning his face toward your ear as he whispered:
well let me inspire you with this hot mess bestie 👀
pairing: dbf!namor x (f)reader
warnings: eighteen+ content, unedited because it’s late and i’m lazy so beware of hella spelling mistakes, lowercase, sexual tension to the max, alcohol mention, pining, and kissing, that’s literally it but it’s more inner monologue and tension heavy than anything honestly.
note: bro this was supposed to be multple hcs but turned into one long ass tension filled mess lmao, i’m sorry but dbf!namor took over, it’s just perfect for him!!
i saw a gifset where tenoch was riding a motorcycle so obviously that's dbf!namor get's around, and he's giving brooding, grumpy, man who is always scowling at you and you're not even sure if he really likes you. if he is only polite for your dads sake
but one night you go out with your friends and have a little too much to drink-and using uber right now with your vision blurry and fingers key punching so bad your messages look like a toddler did them-namor is the first person you think to call. why? you're not sure. and you almost regret it, retreat into yourself-sober up-when you hear his rough voice answer, the "hello" landing heavy in the pit of your stomach
it take you a few deep breaths and closing your eyes to steady your tipsy mind on why you even called, your name on his lips sounding stern, adjacent to being worried you think
"where are you? stay where you are." and he's there before you realize it. the loud rumble of his bike as he pulls up in front of you making your entire being vibrate with nerves. "you need better friends." he says as he hands you the helmet that was just on his head, pleasantries dead as always
"what about you?"
"just get on." it's a command, rushed, demanding, as he helps your wobbly limbs onto the bike. wordlessly pulling your wrist to have your arms wrap around his midsection. and it's probably the liquor in your system that has every bump, the vibration of the bike, the wind whipping against the tops of your thighs-or maybe it's the heady affect his cologne that engulfs the inside of the helmet-how you almost feel completely compliant and light to lay your head on his shoulder. to let your palm spread flat against his rib bone
the heavy thump of his heart matching the same speed of the thumping that leads from your chest cavity to regions it has no right to be in. and when you expect him to fix your hold on him, to shrug off your head from his shoulder, he gives you no reaction. something that both makes your nerves burn and grow cold at the same time
when he pulls into your driveway, pulling himself off of the bike first, his fingers rubbing against your chin as he undoes the clip keeping the helmet steady on your head. helping your drunken hands pull it off your head-there's a moment where his eyes catch on your outfit. like he's really taking it in now, letting his eyes drag along your exposed thigh, before that signature scowl is pulling a shadow over his eyes again
"your father home?"
"no."
"do you need help inside?"
yes. is the first thing that comes to mind. yes, please. a heat bringing itself to your cheeks when you internally shame yourself for it. lock away somewhere in your brain that tipsy you cannot be trusted to think clearly-normally. and there's a split second where you think maybe he's shaming himself for something, that the two of you are sharing the same thought, the same link to something that maybe has always been there but you've stuffed away because it was better that way-proper, normal. with the way he's just staring at you
"no." you say again. your tongue feeling heavy and dry in your mouth as you swallow and force yourself to look away from him. brace your hands on the bike to pull yourself from it but end up catching your foot and ending up where you shouldn't be: in his arms. your palms once again finding themselves pressed to his front as he wraps an arm around you to stop you from planting yourself on the harsh pavement
"let me walk you inside." he says low and gruff against your temple. your insides turning into liquid compliance as you nod without a second thought. his breath heavily fanning itself across your skin as it takes a minute, two, three, before he's pulling you from his chest and holding your wrist to help you inside
once you're inside he drops your wrist, doesn't speak, just watches as you move on wobbly legs to the stairs. the pathetic thought to trip, to plummet yourself down the steps in hopes he'll touch you again, is volleying itself back and forth between just running up the stairs and sleeping this off and waking up to whatever this tension-filled-air-and insanity going on in your head-is gone
"thank you," you send over your shoulder as your fingers have a death grip on the railing. forcing yourself to surface a smile that you know probably looks as ridiculous as it feels to your burning cheeks
namor hums, nods, keeps his eyes on every step you take up the stairs, hype focused incase you fall-you assume. "do you need me to stay?"
you know he means it politely. not in the way your body is currently taking it, he's your dads friend, besides tonight he's barely shown you a kindness besides a pressed smile. you really need to sleep. need to reset your mind back to normal because his words shouldn't stop you in your tracks. have your body internally clenching at the intensity of his stare, from the glint in them that you're definitely imagining when you watch him move closer to the bottom of the steps-because you probably look like a tripping hazard right now
"do you want to stay?" the words leave your mouth before that last sober cell in your body can stop them-stop you from making a fool out of yourself
"i want you to be safe." he replies simply. you don't know why the answer only fills you with disappointment. i'll be fine, leaving your lips as you quickly take the rest of the steps up to your room. ignore the way you feel foolish and silly as you slip into bed
a silly feeling that still lingers when you walk down stairs the next morning to see a rumpled sheet and blanket on the couch deserted, and the smell of food coming from the kitchen. a sticky note stuck to a plate covered in foil on the counter: eat. simple. to the point. but still bringing a smile to your lips and those silly feelings imbedding themselves into your marrow
turning into something burning and aching when you see him again. when he drops something off for your dad and he's nowhere to be found in sight. when the two of you are stuck in the kitchen together, a heavy silence weighing down the air that seems to suck itself from your lungs the longer the two of you just stand here. the longer he keeps looking anywhere but you as his grip tightens on the neck of the beer you offered him-mentioning your father would be home any minute now
"thank you for staying, and for the food."
a nod. curt. ever him.
"you didn't have to help me-"
"think so little of me?"
"that's-i didn't mean it like that-i-" you want to state how he's avoided you like the plague before that. how his face morphs into a scowl when you enter the same room as him. how you are certain he hates you, still think that, just maybe a little less after helping you
"you need better friends." he repeats himself from the other night. making an annoyance shift your emotions
"so does my father."
the snort he lets out from under his breath shocks you, as does the pull of the corner of his mouth in the smallest-genuine-smiles you've ever seen him give you. it makes your stomach swoop
"i'm glad you called me."
"that's hard to believe. i'm confident this is the most you've spoken to me in a span of minutes." you joke, the corner of his mouth pulling into a full grin that makes you upset you've never seen him smile before this-has he always been this handsome?
"and here i thought you were a smart girl." the words would wound you if he wasn't staring at you like that over the bottle pressed to his lips. how even when he sets it back on the counter his eyes are still boring into your very being, right to that part of your body that you're understanding now has always wanted him. that you slowly realize, after much analysis to everything that happened the other night: the look in his eyes, the grip he had on your body to make sure you were kept safe, how he didn't even second guess or ask questions when you called, just demanding to know where you were, and to wait for him-that he was coming to get you and that was that
and it’s like a domino effect because now all you can think about is the stolen glances you’ve let go unnoticed, that you’ve chalked up to some festering dislike he may have had for you. how quickly his eyes shifted away from you when your father was in the room, how you’d look over and see him already looking at you when your father was distracted-that scowling coming back, the swivel of his head away from you almost something you’d see a frustrated animal do
maybe you weren’t as smart as either of you thought. or maybe being blind to something you both ignored was better than doing something you’d possibly regret later
if it were that, the fear of betrayal and regret, it didn’t seem to have any place in the room as you watch him finish his beer, walk around the counter to stand in front of you. reaching past you-your chests touching for half a second, your breath getting caught in your lungs-as he sets the empty bottle beside the sink behind you. and when you expect him to move away, to bid you goodbye, you feel his finger under your chin lifting your gaze from the floor. his deep brown eyes sucking every last potential breath from your lungs, your back digging into the edge of the counter as you try to ground yourself, try to settle the burning nerves that are making it hard for your brain to function right now
“if it was only me, all this time, tell me right now.”
you don’t need him to elaborate, there’s no need for explanation, you read through his words, the knowledge sitting heavy in your lower belly; the fear of shaking your head and having him stop touching you stops you from moving, a barely audible “no. not just you” falling from your parted lips
lips that his thumb presses into, your bottom lip met with the pad of his thumb as he rubs along it. throat bobbing with a hard swallow, eyes flashing from your mouth to your eyes. you want to ask why now? what changed? why throw both your dignities to the wind and say fuck it? but the look of stern-protection he showed the other night each time he looked at you, like he was fighting with himself with being upset at himself and upset at you for not having better friends, for putting yourself in a potential bad situation. you know why now
“if i keep touching you-if i let myself cross that line-i’ll never stop.”
“what if i don’t want you to stop?”
“you’ll have to beg me to.”
“i won’t.”
his front is completely pressed to yours, a thigh between your parted legs, forehead on yours as you see the internal battle going on in his expressions, in his heavy breaths, in how he keeps dipping his mouth down to yours only to pull it away at the last minute, “you need to.”
“i need you.”
and it’s those magic words that have him cupping your face in his hands and pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss of passion-every lick into your mouth, every bite at your bottom lip, the moans he swallows down from your throat, speaking silent words of how long he’s waited to have you like this.
Hi, guys! I haven't stopped thinking about Namor since I left the theater, so I wrote something. English is not my first language and this is my first time writing and posting, so please note that grammatical errors may be present. If you have any opinions, please let me know. This was also posted on AO3.
A = Aftercare (how is he after the act?)
Namor is a partner who really cares about your pleasure and well-being, so he wants to make sure you're truly satisfied.
Being an observant man, will notice if you need anything, and if you do, you can be sure he will get it for you. If not, he'll lay you down on his chest while running his fingers through your hair until you sleep.
B = Body part (what's his favorite part on his lover's body?)
This man loves every bit of you. He doesn't have a favorite part because he thinks you're all perfect. He's not kidding when he tells you that no one can match your beauty, neither in Talokan nor on the surface world.
But he has a soft spot for your legs because he loves seeing them around his waist or on his shoulders while he fucks you.
C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Creampie, of course. Namor absolutely loves to cum inside you, and one of his favorite things is seeing his cum dripping out of your abused pussy.
Namor thinks there is nothing more natural than that. After all, you are his loved queen.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)
Namor likes the idea of fucking you in front of everyone, especially on the throne, so no one can doubt that you're his. However, he's too possessive to let anyone but him see you that way.
E = Experience (how experienced are him? Does he know what he’s doing?)
He is approximately 500 years old, so yes, he is experienced. But don't worry; he's never been as pleased as he is with you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes all positions, but prefers those that allow him to see your face, like missionary or cowgirl. Seriously, this man loves to see your expressions as he fucks you until your eyes roll back.
G = Goofy (is he more serious at the moment? Is he humorous? Etc.)
Namor is a man who is serious most of the time, so in sex would be no different. As exposed in “A = Aftercare”, he takes your pleasure very seriously, focusing on every spasm in your body, every sigh, and moan that escapes your lips.
H = Hair (how well groomed he is? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)
His pubic hair is as dark as his hair, and he doesn't shave it completely, but he doesn't let it grow too long either.
If you don't mind that, that's fine. Otherwise, he has no problem shaving it all off if you ask him to.
I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? The romantic aspect)
In addition to watching your reactions to him, Namor also enjoys intertwining his fingers with yours. He whispers words of encouragement and praise to you, letting you know how much you are doing him good. He loves to feel your body against his, so he's always hugging you and leaving soft kisses on your skin.
When he tells you he loves you, he makes sure he means it by looking you in the eye.
“In yaakunech, in reina.”
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't see the point in masturbating when he has you, but if he's too turned on and can't be with you, it will do.
He'll remember the wet sounds of your pussy and how tight it feels around his cock.
K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)
Breeding: As seen in “C = cum", Namor loves to creampie you. In part, it's because seeing the thick drops of his cum dripping from your twitching pussy hole tickles the possessive spirit that lives inside him. Still, he really does want his heirs with you. He wants to see mini copies of you two swimming in Talokan waters.
And let's not ignore how excited this man would be to see the changes the pregnancy would make to your body, knowing, and letting others know, that he is responsible for it.
Size: See, he's surrounded by strong warriors most of the time, so having your softness against his strong body brings a touch of lightness to his life. It makes him feel more powerful (and hard) than anything else.
Domination: Dominance oozes from every pore of this man. In sex this does not change, and he dominates all your moans, tremors and orgasms.
L = Location (favorite places to do it)
He prefers the bedroom, but doesn't care too much about the location if you're both excited. As long as there's some privacy, it can be anywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns him on)
Namor's pretty visual around you. He likes seeing you wear the best clothes and jewelry because thinks his queen only deserves the best. And nothing compares to the sight of you standing next to him on the throne, a beautiful crown specially designed to adorn your head. It's an open demonstration that he owns you.
He also appreciates the interaction you have with Talokan's children, what's turns him on to fill you up with his babies.
N = No (something he wouldn’t do)
Something that could hurt you or expose you to other people. He also doesn't accept anything that includes pegging or unhealthy stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes to receive as much as he gives.
He loves watching your body contract as he gently sucks and licks your swollen clit at the same time as two of his fingers reach your g-spot. Likewise, he can spend hours between your legs if you let him. But he also loves seeing your lips around his cock.
P = Pace (is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
It depends on the occasion. If the two of you are in a more romantic mood, it will be slow and sensual. Whether you're both so excited you can't wait, it will be fast and rough, and you'll feel the sweet ache between your legs for the next few days.
Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He prefers to take his time with you, but he won't turn down the opportunity for a quickie, especially if he's very busy and stressed.
R = Risk (are him game to experiment? Does he take risks? Etc.)
If there are none of the things listed under "N=no", Namor will try out whatever you suggest.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)
Namor has superhuman abilities, so he has great stamina. He can go for many rounds he wants, but controls himself because he knows you're not like him.
T = Toys (does he own toys? Does he use them? On a partner or himself?)
Considering where he lived for 500 years, it's safe to say that he doesn't know this kind of toy. Once you introduce him to them, however, he'll probably get a little jealous before curiosity gets the better of him. By the time he learns how to use a vibrator on you (which happens very fast), for example, he'll tease you with it whenever possible.
The sight of you crying into his cock while he holds a vibrator to your clit is wonderful, he decides.
U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)
He teases you the most when you're being a brat or making him mad.
Once, trying to visit the surface after losing one of your bodyguards, you were almost hit by a harpoon shot from a whale hunter. Fortunately, only your arm was grazed, and the hunter couldn't see you.
Being so overprotective of you, Namor was extremely concerned when he found out what had happened while he was in a meeting with Namora and Attuma. Later that same day and after making sure you were okay, he took all his anger out fucking you. He took you to the edge of arousal and every time you were about to reach the so necessary of orgasm, he just stopped.
“You were a brat today, disrespecting my orders. Are you aware of the fear I felt of losing you? I don't think you deserve to cum today, in yakunaj. Only good girls deserve it.”
V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)
He likes to talk dirty while fucking you into oblivion, but he doesn't moan too loud. You can hear a series of raspy moans from him, though.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon)
Give your consent, and this man will work wonders with your ass.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Straight, large, and thick – proportionate to his body, though. One of the veins is more popped up than the others. The color matches his skin tone.
Y = Yearning (how high is him sex drive?)
Very high. In addition to a lot of stamina, he can barely keep his hands off you.
Namora and Attuma have already learned not to be a nuisance when you and Namor are going into a room alone.
Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)
If he doesn't have any commitments, he'll wrap his arms around you and fall asleep to the scent of your hair. He just sleeps after you do, making sure you're okay and don't need anything.
Hi, guys! I haven't stopped thinking about Namor since I left the theater, so I wrote something. English is not my first language and this is my first time writing and posting, so please note that grammatical errors may be present. If you have any opinions, please let me know. This was also posted on AO3.
A = Aftercare (how is he after the act?)
Namor is a partner who really cares about your pleasure and well-being, so he wants to make sure you're truly satisfied.
Being an observant man, will notice if you need anything, and if you do, you can be sure he will get it for you. If not, he'll lay you down on his chest while running his fingers through your hair until you sleep.
B = Body part (what's his favorite part on his lover's body?)
This man loves every bit of you. He doesn't have a favorite part because he thinks you're all perfect. He's not kidding when he tells you that no one can match your beauty, neither in Talokan nor on the surface world.
But he has a soft spot for your legs because he loves seeing them around his waist or on his shoulders while he fucks you.
C = Cum (anything that has to do with it)
Creampie, of course. Namor absolutely loves to cum inside you, and one of his favorite things is seeing his cum dripping out of your abused pussy.
Namor thinks there is nothing more natural than that. After all, you are his loved queen.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory)
Namor likes the idea of fucking you in front of everyone, especially on the throne, so no one can doubt that you're his. However, he's too possessive to let anyone but him see you that way.
E = Experience (how experienced are him? Does he know what he’s doing?)
He is approximately 500 years old, so yes, he is experienced. But don't worry; he's never been as pleased as he is with you.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He likes all positions, but prefers those that allow him to see your face, like missionary or cowgirl. Seriously, this man loves to see your expressions as he fucks you until your eyes roll back.
G = Goofy (is he more serious at the moment? Is he humorous? Etc.)
Namor is a man who is serious most of the time, so in sex would be no different. As exposed in “A = Aftercare”, he takes your pleasure very seriously, focusing on every spasm in your body, every sigh, and moan that escapes your lips.
H = Hair (how well groomed he is? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)
His pubic hair is as dark as his hair, and he doesn't shave it completely, but he doesn't let it grow too long either.
If you don't mind that, that's fine. Otherwise, he has no problem shaving it all off if you ask him to.
I = Intimacy (how is he during the moment? The romantic aspect)
In addition to watching your reactions to him, Namor also enjoys intertwining his fingers with yours. He whispers words of encouragement and praise to you, letting you know how much you are doing him good. He loves to feel your body against his, so he's always hugging you and leaving soft kisses on your skin.
When he tells you he loves you, he makes sure he means it by looking you in the eye.
“In yaakunech, in reina.”
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn't see the point in masturbating when he has you, but if he's too turned on and can't be with you, it will do.
He'll remember the wet sounds of your pussy and how tight it feels around his cock.
K = Kink (one or more of his kinks)
Breeding: As seen in “C = cum", Namor loves to creampie you. In part, it's because seeing the thick drops of his cum dripping from your twitching pussy hole tickles the possessive spirit that lives inside him. Still, he really does want his heirs with you. He wants to see mini copies of you two swimming in Talokan waters.
And let's not ignore how excited this man would be to see the changes the pregnancy would make to your body, knowing, and letting others know, that he is responsible for it.
Size: See, he's surrounded by strong warriors most of the time, so having your softness against his strong body brings a touch of lightness to his life. It makes him feel more powerful (and hard) than anything else.
Domination: Dominance oozes from every pore of this man. In sex this does not change, and he dominates all your moans, tremors and orgasms.
L = Location (favorite places to do it)
He prefers the bedroom, but doesn't care too much about the location if you're both excited. As long as there's some privacy, it can be anywhere.
M = Motivation (what turns him on)
Namor's pretty visual around you. He likes seeing you wear the best clothes and jewelry because thinks his queen only deserves the best. And nothing compares to the sight of you standing next to him on the throne, a beautiful crown specially designed to adorn your head. It's an open demonstration that he owns you.
He also appreciates the interaction you have with Talokan's children, what's turns him on to fill you up with his babies.
N = No (something he wouldn’t do)
Something that could hurt you or expose you to other people. He also doesn't accept anything that includes pegging or unhealthy stuff.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He likes to receive as much as he gives.
He loves watching your body contract as he gently sucks and licks your swollen clit at the same time as two of his fingers reach your g-spot. Likewise, he can spend hours between your legs if you let him. But he also loves seeing your lips around his cock.
P = Pace (is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
It depends on the occasion. If the two of you are in a more romantic mood, it will be slow and sensual. Whether you're both so excited you can't wait, it will be fast and rough, and you'll feel the sweet ache between your legs for the next few days.
Q = Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He prefers to take his time with you, but he won't turn down the opportunity for a quickie, especially if he's very busy and stressed.
R = Risk (are him game to experiment? Does he take risks? Etc.)
If there are none of the things listed under "N=no", Namor will try out whatever you suggest.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? How long does he last?)
Namor has superhuman abilities, so he has great stamina. He can go for many rounds he wants, but controls himself because he knows you're not like him.
T = Toys (does he own toys? Does he use them? On a partner or himself?)
Considering where he lived for 500 years, it's safe to say that he doesn't know this kind of toy. Once you introduce him to them, however, he'll probably get a little jealous before curiosity gets the better of him. By the time he learns how to use a vibrator on you (which happens very fast), for example, he'll tease you with it whenever possible.
The sight of you crying into his cock while he holds a vibrator to your clit is wonderful, he decides.
U = Unfair (how much he likes to tease)
He teases you the most when you're being a brat or making him mad.
Once, trying to visit the surface after losing one of your bodyguards, you were almost hit by a harpoon shot from a whale hunter. Fortunately, only your arm was grazed, and the hunter couldn't see you.
Being so overprotective of you, Namor was extremely concerned when he found out what had happened while he was in a meeting with Namora and Attuma. Later that same day and after making sure you were okay, he took all his anger out fucking you. He took you to the edge of arousal and every time you were about to reach the so necessary of orgasm, he just stopped.
“You were a brat today, disrespecting my orders. Are you aware of the fear I felt of losing you? I don't think you deserve to cum today, in yakunaj. Only good girls deserve it.”
V = Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he makes, etc.)
He likes to talk dirty while fucking you into oblivion, but he doesn't moan too loud. You can hear a series of raspy moans from him, though.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon)
Give your consent, and this man will work wonders with your ass.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Straight, large, and thick – proportionate to his body, though. One of the veins is more popped up than the others. The color matches his skin tone.
Y = Yearning (how high is him sex drive?)
Very high. In addition to a lot of stamina, he can barely keep his hands off you.
Namora and Attuma have already learned not to be a nuisance when you and Namor are going into a room alone.
Z = Zzz (how quickly he falls asleep afterwards)
If he doesn't have any commitments, he'll wrap his arms around you and fall asleep to the scent of your hair. He just sleeps after you do, making sure you're okay and don't need anything.
This is for all you Namor x Shuri shippers (or just Tenoch and Letitia appreciators)
“Particularly, Letitia with me was so kind. English is not my mother tongue, so for example, the script sometimes left me confused, some things were hard to grasp and not clear to me and she simply looked in my eyes and told me to stay calm. She would come and give me space so that I could continue forward, trying again after many mistakes as many times as I needed. She was with me all the time. Imagine after going through all the pain she has endured, the loss of her brother, her soul brother. Yet being able to give me that, Wow, only tells you about what an extraordinary human being she is. So loving. I don’t know, the only thing I can say is that when I saw this woman and when I started working with her and when we interacted it was like, wow, I don’t know who [looks up to God] to thank for putting a person like her in front of me.”
- Tenoch Huerta
[Note: When Tenoch says this, he delivers it in Spanish because that is the language the interviewer addresses him in. So when the interviewer goes back to Letitia who is sitting next to him, and jokingly remarks, “He is saying the most horrible things about you,” Letitia deadpan but confidently replies, “Uh, no he’s not.”
I just thought that whole interaction was so cute.]
Ryan Coogler saying how Namor is basically Peter Pan (in that he's forever young and quite charming because of his playfulness, *I think about that scene where he spooks Shuri with what would happen to her body underwater if she visited Talokan, only to 2 seconds later be like "or you can wear a suit, we have a couple of those." Also the name Namor is literally derived from the phrase "El niño sin amor/ The child without love"*)
AND how he wanted Namor to have a vibe that is "seductive and threatening, which Tenoch does really well. He has very rich eyes that can hold a lot."
Like yes! Tenoch's eyes is where the magic of his acting really comes to fruition and we should talk about that more!
Namor eating out his fem!SO? The moment I saw him on the screen I knew I was gonna get wet lmao.
God I have some thoughts about this!
Pairing: Namor x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, cunnilingus, praise, clit sucking, overstimulation, jerking off, body cum shot, pussydrunk!Namor
A/N: Come on, how can you not be head over heels with this man am I right?
First of all his lung capacity is insane
He could stay between your legs all day and not complain one time
He's managed to talk his way out of plenty of situations so you can bet your sweet ass he has a talented mouth and tongue
That mouth has also gotten him into trouble too
And at times like those he puts it to good used with you
Loves feeling the increasing pressure of your thighs and legs on his shoulders and back while he laps at you with his tongue
Will often intertwine your fingers with his, keeping things intimate while also preventing you from moving too far away from him
Encourages you to keep eye contact when possible
Switches between fast, aggressive licks between your folds and clit and slow, deep licks inside your pussyhole
His tongue curls upward as he pulls it back and licks up all your horny juices from your cunt and thighs
You'll often hear him jerking off while he eats you out
At a time like that his eyes will be either fully closed or half open and fully clouded with pleasure
Every time when he's about to come he sucks and licks your clit hard, the flat of his tongue pressed hot against it as before he switched down to mouth at your cunt as you shake from your release
Won't bother wiping his mouth off as he leans back on his legs and shoots streams of cum all over you
He keeps a slow motion on his cock with his hand as he watches you gather some of his semen on your fingers and suck them clean
summary: there’s not really a plot, it’s just filth
pairing: namor x human!fem!reader
word count: 1,8K
warnings/what to expect: SMUT 18+ (MINORS DNI), grinding, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, fingering, p in v sex (unprotected), multiple orgasms, dirty talk, kinda softdom!namor, established relationship, spoilers free
note: I just really needed to write something involving this painfully hot man or I would’ve combust. I hope you enjoy!
a reblog and/or comment on my posts really help me out as a content creator so thank you in advance if you take the time to do either!
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There’s nothing that could compare to this feeling. The sensation of his body against yours, his lips exploring your body with a devotion you’ve only seen in the way he makes love to you.
Everything’s just perfect. From his teeth marking your neck to his hands gripping your hips just a little bit tighter whenever you pull his hair. From your fingers tracing down his firm back to his erection repeatedly rubbing against your soaked underwear.
Prompt: "I'll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I'll catch you."
Requested By: Anon
Warnings: Stalking, obsessive behavior, obsession at first sight.
You were on vacation the first time you felt him near. Of course then you didn't know what it was that haunted you through the waters.
The warm waves of the Atlantic washed all around you as you swam from the beach. You went as far as you felt safe to go, pausing to enjoy the sunshine and to sneak a peak at the marine life below. You were unsure how long you were in the water before you felt it. You knew there was a presence near you. You felt the pressure shift in the water, closing around you. Upon inspection, you saw nothing that would cause such a disturbance. But each time you stepped into the sea, you had the feeling that something was there - watching you.
That looming feeling of eyes upon you didn't let up, even after you were home. Though it was gone for a while, it came rushing back one rainy evening. It was enough to make you double check the locks on every door and window in your home. You peered outside and saw nothing. Always nothing. Except when the lightning flashed and there was a figure seemingly floating in the air. You only saw it once, and shrugged it off as your imagination.
Always when it was raining. That's when you'd feel it. That's when you'd see things. It was maddening. The figure only appeared when you were home - and when it was dark. Never when you could find proof that something was there.
Until you started receiving gifts, that was. Handcrafted jewelry and ornate shells appeared at your doorstep. And once on your windowsill - inside. That was enough to make you leave your home. And once again, the occurrences halted - for a time. Then you saw it again, not long after you'd moved. The figure floating in air. The shape of a man. You tried to capture an image, but it was gone before you could.
You had to get out of town again. This time to the mountains. The snow was a welcome distraction.
"Beautiful evening, isn't it?"
You were alone on the balcony of the lodge - sipping a hot drink and enjoying the setting sun. Something about him seemed familiar, though you didn't think you'd met him before. The glare of the sun obscured your view slightly.
"Yeah, it is. You're staying here as well?"
"Not exactly." The rich timbre of his voice was soothing. And yet something felt off. "Just visiting. It's very quiet around this lodge. You're the first person I've seen. Forgive my intrusion. I'm... Namor. May I ask your name?"
You told him your name out of compulsory politeness. He turned to face you, repeating your name with a smile. You could see him clearly now. He looked out of place - as if he were uncomfortable in the clothing he was wearing. Nothing in the style of his sweater or hat matched his earrings - and they unnerved you at the sight of them. They looked to be the same craftsmanship of the jewelry you'd been receiving. Or perhaps it was just a coincidence. You complimented them, testing the waters.
"You like them? Perhaps I'll have to get you a pair." You let out a nervous chuckle. It was time to leave. You made up a quick lie about needing to go and stood, noticing that he wasn't wearing any shoes.
"I'll see you again soon," he said as a goodbye. He sounded so charming. But there was something dark in the phrase. It was a promise. You dared a last glance at him and saw that he hadn't taken his eyes off of you. That familiar feeling was back tenfold.
Namor kept his promise. When you returned home, a pair of green earrings was waiting inside. You weren't delusional. This man - or whatever he was - was following you. Could he fly? What was he? There were so many questions, and no answers to any of them. And now that he'd appeared before you, certainly things were going to escalate. You had to leave again. You moved only when it was bright and dry as a bone outside. You were careful - leaving no trace of where you might've gone. You installed a camera, extra locks, everything you could think of.
You thought you were rid of him. Through stormy nights you didn't see or feel anything out of the ordinary. No gifts were left for you to find. No figure floating outside your window.
Apparently he just needed time to find you.
Your face to face meeting had made him bolder. You saw him again - hovering outside your window as the rain fell. This time he didn't disappear. This time he flew to the glass, placing his hand against it as he looked inside at you.
You scrambled away, trying to alert the authorities. It didn't matter if they didn't believe you. You needed to know someone was on the way to you.
Namor was inside before you could give dispatch your address. He was behind you with his hand wrapped around yours, pulling the phone from your ear and ending the call. The other was around your mouth, preventing you from yelling. He shushed you when you yelled into his hand - as if he were attempting to soothe you.
"I have to admit, I am enjoying our game of cat and mouse."
You pulled away from him, and he let you. When you faced him, a grin had spread across his lips.
"Did you like the earrings," he ended his question with something in a language you didn't understand. Most likely a term of endearment.
"Get out. Now. The cops will be here any moment." He chuckled at that, and paid the thin threat no mind.
"I think I'll keep our game going a little longer," he said as he stepped closer. You instinctively stepped back, and he continued forward until you were against a piece of furniture and couldn't retreat any further. He reached his hand out and ran his knuckles against the side of your arm. The touch sent shivers down your spine.
"I'll give you two weeks this time before I look for you again."
No matter what you said, or what questions you asked, he had no interest in elaborating. Whatever his intentions were in the end, he kept them from you. He wouldn't tell you why he was there, what he wanted from you, nothing.
“I’ll follow you to the ends of the earth. No matter where you run, I’ll catch you.”
He left through the window, flying into the darkness so quickly that he barely looked like a shadow across the sky.
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